Introducing Sister Ophelia Ring
Yes darling, that Ophelia Ring!
Hello, sweet sinners and saintly queers! I’m Sister Ophelia Ring, and I’ve been serving nun realness for over three heavenly, havoc-wreaking years. Yes, I am the youngest, the prettiest, and easily the most humble member of the order. (I’m not saying the other nuns are dog ugly… but let’s just say I do charitable work every time I pose next to them in a group photo.I joined the Sisterhood for two very important reasons:
1. I wanted to give back to my community in a way that involved equal parts compassion and sequins.
2. I look fabulous in black. It’s slimming, mysterious, and hides a multitude of sins (mostly wine stains).
As for my name, well, that was a journey. Once upon a time, when I was just a slip of a girly-boy dreaming of tulle and protest signs, I toyed with names like Sister Ann Thrax and Sister Abby Normal. But in the end, Sister Ophelia CockRing stole my heart. Of course, I had to trim it down turns out, “CockRing” was a bit of a mouthful. So now I go by the elegant and ever-suggestive Sister Ophelia Ring. You’re welcome.
Being a gay male nun brings me joy beyond measure I get to spread love, laughter, and just a hint of sacrilege wherever I go. I’m here to stomp out bigotry in heels and false lashes, because frankly, there’s nothing sexy about hate.
Also, I stan the fact that we’ve adopted the Dingo as our spiritual mascot. So may the Great Bitch Mother Dingo lift her leg upon you and anoint you with universal joy, radical love, and just the right amount of glitter.
Blessed Mardi Gras,
Sister Ophelia Ring
(Black Veil Nun, Glamazon Chapter)
